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This is one of my earlier poems... hope u like it wink
I am a fool… a fool for the thing called love.
But is love really a thing?
It cannot be touched. Not seen. Not smelt. Not heard. Not even tasted.
So how can love exist if it never seems to be there?
I am a fool… a fool for what is called love.
I cannot see it. Not touch it. Not smell it. Not hear it. Not taste it.
But strange enough… I can feel.
It feels likes the warmth received from an embrace.
It is as simple as the word but as complicated as the meaning.
I feel love and want more.
I am a fool… a fool for the feeling called love.
This feeling is felt when I’m around you.
When I see you, the feeling spouts.
When you embrace me, the feeling spreads and begins to consume.
And when we kiss, the feeling…it takes me over.
I discover that the love I feel
It comes from you.
I want it so much
I want to be near you
With you
In your arms
I am a fool… a fool in love…
A fool in love …with you.
heart romantic no? heart
